Little Red Riding Hood Pt. 8 [MF] [Fiction]

Through my slumber, I feel you caress my fur that has been warmed by the fire. I feel the softness of your skin as your fingers play with my ears. The feeling of your touch brings mixed feelings to my senses. I’m comforted by the gentleness and care that you take as you run your fingers through my fur, but an excitement burns inside as your hands splay across my yearning flesh. Your hand runs along my neck, and across my jaw. I badly want to kiss your hand but I’m afraid you will pull away if I do. So I do not dare not move.

While still asleep, I feel your fingers trace upon my lips. My tongue fights at the barrier of my teeth as I want to taste you again. I feel you looking upon me. I wonder if you are looking upon me with love and sympathy or out of obligation and concern. Do you know the feelings I have had for you or are you just taking pity upon a big bad wolf that stopped the bear.

Looking for a female detective who loves erotica

If you’re a female detective who loves erotica, please message me. I need information for a series I plan on writing. I’ll message you about the details of the series and the questions I have.

Please be a real female detective.

I know there’s no way to guarantee this, but if the series ever becomes a hit, I’ll make sure to hook you up financially.

Brainwashing the Sorority Part 3 (mind control, rape, incest)

I have just posted the newest part of the [Brainwashing the Sorority Series](https://www.loubealysfetisherotica.com/search/label/brainwashing%20the%20sorority%20series) on my blog.

[Brainwashing the Sorority Part 3](https://www.loubealysfetisherotica.com/2021/01/brainwashing-sorority-part-3.html) commissioned by anonymous.

Neil takes control of a mother/daughter pair.

Also available on Smashwords [here](https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/46978?ref=LouBealy) at “choose your own price”, if you prefer it in ebook form or would like to support my work.

[Meta] Writing for a male audience. [F] asking [M]

In this article on Esquire, which starts with a short erotic story aimed at men, the author suggests that writing for a male audience requires detachment.

https://www-esquire-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/www.esquire.com/uk/culture/news/amp6758/short-sex-story-ewan-morrison

“Text isn’t a turn-on for men, but images are. Men are aroused by looking and detachment and not by the dissolution of identity, which is more common to the feminine psyche – “two becoming one and merging into each other”, and so on. Men love watching women experiencing the pleasure that men are giving them, so men’s erotic writing usually reflects that detachment.”

I write short, personalized erotica at times, almost always aimed at male readers. I do find that visual descriptions help, as does describing how I am made to feel by their actions. I have been told nice things about the smut that I write, so I’m surprised by the assertion that men aren’t aroused by text.

What are your thoughts?

Two

Sitting in this Uber has to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. The way I’m suppressing the urge to slap the shit out of this man. “Baby look at me. I’m sorry.” His hand comes up to my cheek and I push him away. “Get off me.” I moved closer to the window further away from him. His hands wrap around my waist as he tries to pull me closer to him.

“Baby come on, don’t be like that. I’m so sorry.” I feel his body wrap around me and he whispers to me “Can I make it up to you?” he starts kissing my neck. His hand starts to roam around my body, slowly making its way down. “Tell me, how can I make it up to you. Hmm?”

His hand slips under my shirt and he starts unbuttoning my pants. “What are you doing? Eros stop it-” His hand slips into my pants and I gasp, jolting against the door. I look up front at the Uber driver and he’s entranced in a heated phone call. “See he’s not even paying attention to us.”

The Taboo Rituals and Traditions of the Kundali tribe. [Incest] [M/S] [F/D] [Tribal] [World building]

Deep in the far corner of the globe their exists a tribe thats shunned by the western world and the nations that surround it. They are a tribe of warriors who have existed for centuries. Carrying their traditions and rituals with them throughout the test of time.

As soon as a Kundali boy hits 6 years of age his life is turned around as he begins brutal warrior training with other boys his age. The boys will fight, hunt, and battle with each other until they reached maturity and have become men.

Before they reach that point however, they must pass the trials of manhood. A brutal test to separate the weak from the strong. Those who come home victorious are celebrated and are given the mark of manhood. They are given tattoos based on the traits that most represent them and places of status within the tribe.

A huge celebration is held for them, filled with feasting as the family of the boy celebrates his initiation into manhood. During the night of the ritual however. When the young man is in his tent. The Mother of the boy is prepared by his father. Her body draped in jewelry and a golden collar with a lead is placed around her neck.

Moon Boots [MF]

*Disclaimer: I’m still prone to a long and (for anyone but me) irrelevant lead up to the events but I don’t care. These are written to get them out of my head and into writing as it happened, if you want to skip forward follow the ##*

“Two trips left, just two trips then I get a day off,” middle shifts were a particular bugbear for me, you start just before rush hour and finish just after rush hour so overall it will always be a frustrating day. I hop off to check my phone, I’m waiting for an email to confirm the latest console has been dispatched but before I can check a message comes in “Can I see you today? x” I don’t have to check the sender to know who it’s from. I quickly tap out a reply “I finish at 7pm, any good?” Before I can click the email app the dots of reply appear shortly followed by another message “Superstore at half past then? I have a job there” “I’ll be there x.” I head off back out for a few more trips with more to look forward to now.

That connection you get from just eye contact [32M]

The search for a decent rp partner is long, frustrating and has more disappointment than a sense of accomplishment.

While replying to a post I drafted the below… Its my first time posting but open to feedback and criticism… We all have opinions so feel free to share yours.

Its goes without saying all characters are over 18 blah blah blah… Enjoy

I walk outside my apartment building and notice you moving in across the street. I watch you carry a box in your toned arms, as you turn I see your tight ass and I smile longingly. You place the box down by the elevators and turn around. We catch each others eye as you walk back outside. You eye my tall dark frame and tailored suit. Before we can do more than stare my uber arrives and I get in the car… 

Casting About: Part 4 [MF][ENF][Exh][Voy][Mast]

**Casting About: Part 4**

**Previously…**

Benson Darling, a not-quite-washed-up actor opened a production company with the intent of doing casting couch videos and sampling the models in the process. After sweeping up Sheryl Clement, a talented but fully-washed-up actress, in a porn shoot, he brought her on as partner, fixer, and creative with the intent of expanding the business…for real.

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**Darling Adds to the IT Department and Goes to the Beach**

Sometimes I think Sheryl has played me from the start. I went to her new place to convince her to do more work for the site, and she answered the door naked. Threw me completely off my game. Fuck, I mean, I like her, and sure, maybe I wouldn’t mind fucking her, but my production would fall apart *without* her. I kind of realized that midway through my pitch to her, and basically ended up convincing *myself* that she should just stick to producing and writing. Fucking and producing don’t mix. Take that from a pro.

[mf] That one amazing night…

This is just a short scene based on one of my fantasies. Do give it a read and lemme know what you think. I only started writing recently so do excuse any grammatical errors. Also if you’re a writer you can share your stories with me too.